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When in Paris

“Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets–as vast and indestructible as nature itself. All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her–and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris.” – Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire Advertisements

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A Weekend Offline

Last Friday my mobile phone stopped working. After 2 years 3 months of working extremely hard (I practically used it for everything: communicating with everyone including my clients and customers, drawing and doodling, taking and editing pictures, jotting down writing ideas, browsing, etc) it just stopped. Maybe it just got tired and I just couldn’t accept it. I tried some tricks to extend its life a bit longer but none of them worked. Well, clearly I had to buy a new mobile phone. I hate to admit that when it comes to buying expensive things, I always turn indecisive. Actually it shouldn’t’ have been so difficult since the replacement must accommodate my need to draw and the option went down to only 2 types. On Saturday, I spent too long thinking and on Sunday morning we already had plan to go to Bandung for a little weekend escape with extended family. I still hadn’t got a new mobile phone but I decided to try letting it be. I should confess that I often mock myself for seeming unable …